a part of you remembers a time when chris told his brothers— nate included,— and their whole platform that he would simply not cry during his wedding, and that he didn’t understand the hype in general.
but now, standing face to face with that same man, it’s seems he was a total liar.
you look at him in awe as the lights twinkled around you two, family and friends surrounding the floor that the two of you stood on. iris by the goo goo dolls hummed through the speakers in varying spots around the room— successfully submersing you in the moment.
your arms were hooked around his neck while his hands rested gently on your waist, but he still somehow managed to make you feel like you’d never be let go despite his soft mannerism.
swaying in unison as everyone’s attention was focused solely on you guys, you watch chris’ eyes fill with love and devotion. his suit jacket was long forgotten— laying on the backrest of his chair, which left him in his half-unbuttoned button up and black tie. you saw the way his eyes periodically shifted to your white dress, flowing gracefully across the floor.
“im so in love with you…” you hear him whisper faintly in your ear. what you’re not certain if you heard, however, was the tiny sniffle that came with it.
you maneuver your head to catch the small glint on his cheek, rolling like a delicate raindrop. the corners of your lips twist into a smile— but not in the teasing way, in the most purest, tender, intimate way.
“you big baby,” you coo, your own eyes filling with tears of love. he smiles back, rubbing your lower back with his hands.
“if i had all this to do over again… i’d find my way back to you, over and over baby, i promise.” he professed, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead.
a small pout of warmth spread on your face, causing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck. his hand came up to rest on the back of your head, caressing it gently.
“im just so happy its you.” the whisper came out of your mouth as you lifted your head once more, reaching a hand up to brush a salty tear that tried to escape from his cheek. you shook the dot of runny sodium off your finger before placing a gentle kiss where the tear previously stood.
you swayed slowly as the world seemingly condensed down to just the two of them, but that’s all that mattered anyway.
a/n — work song started playing while writing this and now im lowk crying? anywho ! is this ass? idk
This fandom is so so soooo active that I’m probably missing some fics I’ve read recently & enjoyed…but I tried my best to track them all down lol! Enjoy !!
matt cannot hold it together when you scratch his back during sex
he chain hung low, cold metal pressing against your forehead once or twice as he drove into you. you held your breath, unsure of what else to do in the heat of the moment.
you felt so full. like there wasn’t an atom of space left between your coated walls and his dick.
with each stroke, the room began to spin a little faster, you could feel each edge and corner of your pussy being filled, slowly but definitely.
and Matt showed no signs of slowing down, his tongue wetting over his bottom lip in concentration, brows knitted tight.
“fuck… Matt…” you heaved, digging your nails into his back, leaving angry red lines every time her pulled back, only to be inside of you again just a second later.
on the other hand, Matt was struggling. when you left your mark all over him, he went feral. Matt’s shoulders flexed under the tension.
he groaned, shoving his head into your neck. his pulse hammered erratically against your skin, lips caught on your jaw. he was desperate and losing his mind.
and you were the reason.
“don’t stop. please,” he whined, “m’gonna—cum….” the last audible phrase to leave his mouth, raspy and breathless, before he fell apart inside of you.
and tomorrow he’d be covered in the consequences. the proof.
it rhymes with doorgasm. happy reading !! also creds to @theosbae for the idea. go read + interact with her original post.
⋆˙⟡ in which: after a big fight, matt gets overwhelmed
req! by anonymous: here.
a/n: i tried to write this as non-cringe as possible but i still feel like it is a little bit…
cw: ANGST, some fluff at the end, lowkey a lil bit cringy, reader is insecure and jealous and implies matt is cheating, matt has a panic attack
not proofread
“So you didn’t even think to invite me, and then I see you posted up with some other girl?!” You ask incredulously as you shove your phone in Matt’s face.
On the screen was a TikTok by one of the triplets’ crazy “fans.” It included a screenshot of Matt taking some girl’s pictures in the background of Nick’s story. Apparently, the fandom now thought that Matt and this girl were together.
“Baby, I told you, she’s just my fucking friend. Nick was busy so she asked me to take her pictures instead.” Matt sighed angrily, running his hand over his unshaven face.
“Then why were you sitting next to her at dinner too?” You scrolled to the next TikTok, which showed that Matt and the girl were indeed sitting side-by-side at the dinner table.
“C’mon, [Y/N], you know the fans like to make something out of nothing. It’s not a big deal, I’m telling you. It was assigned seating. And I was just doing her a favor by helping with her Insta pics.”
“The favor of getting her plump ass perfectly pictured in every single photo?” You said, now scrolling through the girl’s Instagram post. “And making sure every bit of her tits but her nipple is sticking out? Did you also help her adjust her top for every picture?”
“So now you’re calling my friend a slut?” Matt clenched his jaw.
“You said it, not me.” You huffed, crossing your arms.
“What the actual fuck is wrong with you? Are you that insecure that you have to pick apart every single detail of my friendship with another female?” Matt threw his hands in the air.
“I’m not insecure.” You said defensively.
“This is literally the fucking definition of insecure, [Y/N]. You have no reason not to trust me. You need to stop projecting onto me.”
“Projecting? Are you suggesting that I’m a cheater?”
“You’ve been suggesting this whole time that I am!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“I never said that, it’s just weird as fuck how you’re hanging around another girl when i’m not with you.”
“I’m so fucking done with this.” Matt turned on his heel and strutted out of the living room. You heard the door to your bathroom that was connected to the bedroom slam closed.
You squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe you were being a little overdramatic. And overprotective. And controlling. But it was all because you were jealous. While your boyfriend got to go out to parties, you had to stay at home and pretend like you didn’t exist so the fans didn’t go wild.
Suddenly you heard a loud sound from the bathroom. You shot off the couch and rushed through the bedroom and to the bathroom door. You knocked.
“Matt?”
You pressed your ear to the door and heard gasping breaths. Fuck.
You pushed the door open to find Matt sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest. His eyes were wide, he was shaking and hyperventilating.
You instantly rushed to his side and crouched down.
“Hey, hey. Matt. Breathe.” His eyes wide eyes turned to yours. You led by example, taking deep breaths.
“In...” You breathed in, and he did the same, breath stuttering.
“Hold.” You instructed, and held your breath. He followed suit.
“Out…” You blew out all of your air. Matt copied. You repeated this cycle a few more times, until his breathing was steady.
You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles. He still seemed distant, so you wracked your brain for a coping skill.
“Hey,” You tugged his hand and he turned to look at you. “Tell me five things you can see.”
He blew out a shaky breath, knowing your intention. “Um, the shower curtain, the painting on the wall…” He looked around the room. “Y-you’re wearing my favorite shirt. The sink needs to be cleaned. And… the closet door.”
“Okay, good.” You gave him a supportive smile. “Now, four things you can feel.”
Matt swallowed. His hand tightened in yours. “Your hand, the bathroom floor, the rug,” His unoccupied hand ran over the rug in front of the sink. “O-overwhelmed.” His voice cracked.
“Just focus on this right now, okay? Let everything else go.” You caught his eye and nodded supportively. “Three things you can hear.”
Matt nodded back, hesitantly. “Your voice, and mine. And…” He tilted his head up. “Airplane above the house.”
You listened too, hearing the roar of the engine as a plane passed over your house, probably headed to a nicer situation than yours right now.
“All right, almost done. Two things you can smell.”
“Your perfume and the bathroom air freshener.”
“Last one. One thing you can taste.”
Matt licked his lips. “Space camp.”
“Which flavor?” You encouraged.
“Coconut.” He replied.
After a few moments of silence, you lifted your other hand and brushed a piece of hair out of his face. “Better?”
He nodded, then his eyes fell to the floor. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Matt. It’s not your fault. I’ll always be here for you. I’m here to help you, to support you.
I should be the one apologizing. I’m sorry I overreacted about the pictures. I was jealous because while you were out having fun with friends, I was stuck at home all alone and I missed you.” You admitted. “And I’m really sorry I implied your friend was a slut. She seems nice.”
Matt listened intently, nodding. “You know I would never cheat on you right? You’re the most important person in the world to me. I want you to know that, to trust me. And I can’t control whether you trust me or not, and when things are out of my control…” He gestured to the current situation.
“I know you would never do something to hurt me. And you were right about my insecurities becoming bigger than my trust of you. I’m sorry I let my jealousy take over.” You stood up and offered your hand. He took it and stood as well. You pulled him into a hug and he melted almost instantly.
His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. A muffled, “I’m sorry,” came from his mouth again.
“Shhh, it’s okay.” Your hand stroked the back of his neck. You pulled back and held his face in your hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for, okay? I love you just the way you are.”
𓂅 synopsis . . . years after meeting in medical school, falling in love, and building careers together as doctors, you and matt are forced to learn how to exist as nothing more than professional co-workers who are following a quiet, but also mutual breakup. however, when you get a new boyfriend a while later, matt tells himself he’s happy for you, while concealing his struggle to bury his memory of loving you.
𓂅 contains . . . unresolved angst, heavy grief over a past relationship, implied depression/loneliness, right person wrong time trope, co-workers to lovers trope, light arguing, crying, yearning, emotional burnout, a slight plot twist at the end? some flashbacks, pet name use, but literally no happy ending lol
𓂅 written by @delilahsturniolo. do not copy, steal, or modify my works. if you are taking any inspiration from this, please ask me first before posting and credit me in your description. happy reading! :)
this is sorta proofread but not really cause i got a bit lazy so im sorry if theres some spelling or grammar mistakes :<
❝WHY CAN’T YOU COME STITCH ME UP?❞ 🫀
the fluorescent lights in the emergency room never seemed to dim. even at 8:30 in the night, the hospital was still alive and buzzing as monitors beeped steadily behind closed curtains. stretchers rolled down the polished hallways, overhead announcements echoed through the speakers every few minutes, pulling doctors and nurses in every direction at once. it was chaos, but it was the kind both you and matt had grown used to years ago.
“get another x-ray in thirty,” you said, flipping through a patient’s chart before handing it back to a nurse with a grateful smile. “thank you.” she kindly answered.
you barely had time to take two steps before another staff member caught your attention. “excuse me, doctor?” you turned around at the voice.
“room eighteen’s ct came back.” they informed you.
“i’m on my way.” you replied kindly. the busy environment around youbwas complete havoc. but it was also normal, completely normal for a workplace like this.
you rounded the corner toward radiology when another familiar figure stepped out of a patient’s room, pulling a stethoscope from around his neck.
matt. a face you recognized all too well. he looked just as exhausted as you felt, his brunette hair was slightly disheveled, sleeves rolled to his forearms, hospital badge clipped very crookedly onto his scrub top.
he glanced up from the chart in his hands. “…hey.”
“hey.” the corner of your mouth turned up slightly at the sound of his voice. you still found it comforting, it brought you a sense of warmth and relief no one else could bring you.
the exchange was automatic, comfortable, and professional like it usually had been for a while now. “how’s room twelve?” you asked him casually.
he sighed. “better than they were three hours ago.”
“that’s something.” you replied.
“yeah.” he scratched the back of his head. the conversation could’ve ended there, like most of them did these days. but, you stopped yourself before fully walking away.
“actually…” you turned back around to face him again. “are you doing anything friday night?”
he looked back up, there was the smallest pause that followed. “well, that depends.”
you smiled. “it’s my birthday.”
his expression softened almost immediately. obviously, he knew that. he could never ever even imagine himself forgetting it. “happy early birthday.” matt spoke softly.
“thanks.” you shifted the charts against your hip. “a few people from the hospital are getting dinner after the evening shift, like a little celebration…you should come, it’ll be fun.”
for a second he simply just looked at you, not searching for hidden meaning, just…surprised you’d even asked him, or wanted him to be there. “yeah.” he nodded once. “i’d like that.”
“perfect, the reservation is at 7:30, don’t be late!” you chirped out.
one corner of his mouth lifted. “i’m never late.”
you gave him a look. “…you once showed up forty minutes late to class.”
“that was years ago, and only one time!” he laughed, it slipped out of his mouth so effortlessly, it felt like a breath of fresh air.
“you literally forgot we had an exam, matt.” you raised your eyebrows at him tauntingly.
matt began to speak, “in my defense—”
“don’t.” you laughed, the sound seemed to catch both of you off guard, because for the briefest moment…it felt familiar, natural.
then another overhead alert shattered the moment. “dr. sturniolo to icu.” matt glanced toward the elevators. “welp, that’s me.”
“see you friday.” you cleared your throat awkwardly, the tension was so thick you could slice it with a knife.
“see you.” matt took one last glance at you before walking off. you watched him disappear down the hallway before turning back toward your own patient. however, neither of you noticed the nurse at the station smiling to herself. she’d worked there long enough to remember when the two of you practically lived in these hallways together.
A FEW YEARS AGO . . .
the ER had looked exactly the same, except you were both younger, residents fresh out of med school, running almost entirely on caffeine.
“you absolutely did not, matt!” your voice beamed
“I DID!!” he laughed, nudging your shoulders.
you were laughing so hard you nearly dropped the stack of patient charts in your arms. matt was beside you, carrying two coffees. “the head doctor literally asked who forgot to order the chest x-ray.” he exclaimed, tone cheery.
“because it was you who forgot!” you laughed again as he dramatically pretended to look offended by what you said, the sound of your laughter mixing with his echoed through the hallway.
a nurse passing by smiled. “you two are entirely too cheerful for people who’ve been working for over twenty hours now.”
“it’s sleep deprivation,” matt answered immediately.
“we’ve lost all sense of reality.” your response immediately followed after his. “he tried prescribing tylenol to himself before he’d even had coffee this morning,” you added.
matt gasped dramatically. “that information was confidential!”
you bumped your shoulder into his. “confidentiality doesn’t apply to your embarrassing moments.”
“i’m reporting you for bullying.” he joked, you rolled your eyes.
he handed you one of the coffees. as you took it, your fingers brushed his. it was warm, familiar. without thinking, you smiled, and he smiled right back, effortless, like it was the easiest thing in the world. because during that time, it was.
PRESENT TIME.
your pager buzzed sharply against your hip, the memory disappeared as quickly as it had come. you blinked, and just like that you were back in the hallway, back to years later, where the only thing you and matt shared anymore were patient updates, consults, and polite conversations between shifts.
A FEW DAYS LATER . . .
friday, or—your birthday, came faster than either of you expected. the restaurant is loud in the comfortable kind of way, silverware clinks against plates. someone at another table laughs too hard at a joke. candles flicker inside little glass holders, reflecting against the windows that overlook the city. it’s one of the few nights most of your friends from work have somehow managed to get the same evening off after a shift, and gather together.
you smooth down your sparkly, and elgegant dress as you stand near the front with your boyfriend, waiting for everyone else to arrive. “you nervous?” he asks, lacing his fingers through yours.
“a little.” you smile awkwardly.
“what? because i’m meeting everyone?”
“yep.”
he laughs. “i’ll survive.” before you can answer, the restaurant door opens.
matt walks in, he still carries himself exactly the same. his hands are tucked into the pockets of his coat. his eyes slightly tired from another twelve-hour shift, and his hair a little messy from the wind. he spots the group first, and then he spots you. he smiles politely, “happy birthday.”
“thanks for coming.” your eyes lock with him. he steps closer, except his eyes drift naturally to your hand that’s intertwined with someone else’s. just for a second, it’s almost impossible to notice, but his smile never drops.
you suddenly realize. “right—” your stomach twists. “um, matt…this is ethan, my boyfriend.”
your boyfriend smiles immediately. “i’ve heard a lot about you.”
matt looks at him, then back at you, and then offers his hand.“nice to meet you.”
ethan shakes it. “same here.”
if anyone were watching from another table, they’d never guess you and matt had once shared a tiny apartment during med school, or survived thirty-hour rotations together, or fallen asleep over textbooks on the same couch, or how many times he’s carried you from your desk to your bed when you fell asleep studying, cuddling you shortly after, or how you planned a future together. they would never know the history between you two that was now tucked away completely, as if there had never been anything there in the first place.
“come on,” someone calls from the table.
“birthday girl’s here!”
everyone starts stitting down, you end up across from matt with ethan right beside you. someone orders appetizers, someone starts telling an embarrassing story, everyone laughs, and matt laughs too.
matt asks ethan questions, like where he works, and how long you two have been together. he’s polite, he nods at every answer, he even smiles at ethan before speaking again, “take care of her.” it’s said lightly, almost jokingly.
ethan just grins. “that’s the plan.”
matt nods once. “good.” you catch his eyes for just a second. there’s warmth inside of it, laced with kindness, nothing bitter, not at all, because that’s not the kind of person matt is.
the cake arrives eventually, its your favorite kind. everyone sings, of course, you’re embarrassed and shy, blushing the entire time as ethan kisses your temple while everyone cheers dramatically.
someone whistles, someone pretends to gag, you laugh so hard you nearly knock over your water. across the table—matt smiles, a real one. you’re happy, you’re laughing, and despite everything…he still likes seeing that, it means everything to him even all these years later.
later, everyone starts splitting the bill, and hugging goodbye, and also making plans that everyone knows will probably get canceled because hospital schedules are impossible.
you go up and hug matt, it’s brief and friendly. “thanks again for coming.”
“wouldn’t ever miss your birthday.” he replies politely.
the conversation ends just as quickly as it had started with a simple, “drive safe,” and “you too,” in response. you smile, ethan wraps an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk toward his car, you don’t look back.
matt watches you leave, and for a second, he remembers another night. with a different parking lot, a different version of you, when you two were dating.
FLASHBACK . . .
you were both so exhausted, still wearing your scrubs after a sixteen-hour day. you had been complaining about how your feet hurt while he carried your coffee for you, insisting that you were incapable of walking and drinking at the same time.
“you’re so dramatic,” he teased.
you rolled your eyes. “i just spent twelve hours saving lives, matt.”
“you also almost walked into a door because you were staring at your notes.” matt tilted his head at you playfully.
“that is unrelated!” he laughed at your response, and you smiled despite yourself, he gently leaned in to kiss you, you both closed your eyes, feeling the tension of your work day release as you just melted into each other. after matt pulled away, you both stood there under the parking lot lights, too happy to care about anything else but the two of you.
back then, the future felt so easy to tthink about, you talked about residency programs, apartments, maybe getting a dog someday. maybe a house. maybe even a family. everything was a “when,” and never an “if,” scenario.
matt remembers looking at you that night and thinking that somehow, after everything you had survived together, the hardest part was over. he didn’t know then that the hardest part would be learning how to live without you by his side.
PRESENT TIME . . .
matt snapped back into reality immediately as he waits, he always waits until everyone else leaves, it’s just a habit of his. he unlocks his car and slides into the driver’s seat before shutting the car door, the silence of the night suddenly feeling louder than ever.
for a while, he just sits there. the dashboard glows softly, the light reflecting on his face, extenuating his features. his phone buzzes suddenly, interrupting the silence, its just another one of his co-workers in the emergency department asking about tomorrow’s rounds. he ignores it.
instead…his eyes drift toward the empty passenger seat that you used to sit in, he remembers your birthday years ago, in med school, when you two were inseparable.
you’d insisted instant ramen counted as a birthday dinner because neither of you could afford anything else, you wore one of his hoodies because your apartment’s heating system was broken. he’d stolen a cupcake from the student lounge, you’d jokingly called him a criminal. he’d told you, “for you? absolutely.” you’d laughed so hard that day you’d cried.
he remembers thinking—one day, i’m going to marry her.
his chest tightens at the memory. slowly…he reaches toward the center console and opens the small compartment, inside there’s an old velvet box. he already knows it’s there, because it’s always been there. his fingers hesitate before picking it up, the box is worn now, the corners softened with time and heartbreak.
he flips it open, and a beautiful diamond ring catches the dim light from the parking lot, it was simple yet so elegant. it was exactly what you’d once pointed out in a jewelry store window years ago. ethan would never know that, he wouldn’t know as much about you as matt does.
“ehhhh….nothing huge,” you’d said that day. “i’d rather it looked like something i’d actually wear every day, simple but still pretty, y’know?”
he’d remembered, every single detail. he’d bought it three months before everything fell apart, three months before the conversations became shorter, before work consumed both of you, before exhaustion took over, before neither of you knew how to ask for what you needed anymore, before the breakup that hadn’t involved screaming, or cheating, or any sort of betrayal.
just two people who loved each other, and somehow still couldn’t make it work no matter how much you wanted it to. matt suddenly remembers the night it all ended between you guys, the worst part of it wasn’t even the words said itself, it was that it didn’t even involve screaming or yelling…it was just so full of bottled up hurt that had erupted that very night.
matt remembers that you were sitting on the kitchen floor of your guys’s apartment, still wearing your hospital badge because neither of you had even bothered changing after your shifts, there were two untouched cups of coffee on the counter, you had been waiting for him to come home.
“i don’t know how to keep doing this,” you had whispered.
matt just looked at you, exhausted. it was all he had the energy to do at that point. “doing what?”
“feeling like i’m alone while i’m with you.” the words had left your mouth before you could even think about them.
but he knew you meant them, and you knew he didn’t mean to make you feel that way. “baby, i’m trying,” he’d said quietly.
“i know you are, and i appreciate that more than ever.” you’d looked down. “but that’s the problem. i know you’re trying. i’m trying too. and somehow we’re still managing to hurt each other. i barely even see you anymore, matt. and when i do…we just argue.”
he sat beside you, but neither of you reached for the other, and for the first time in years, being close didn’t feel like enough. “do you still love me?” he asked, his voice shaking.
you’d cried before you answered, because the answer was obvious. “yes, i never stopped. i couldn’t ever stop loving you.”
his eyes closed. “i love you too, so damn much it hurts.” his voice wavered as he spoke. that specifically was what made things so difficult, the fact that neither of you stopped loving each other, you just stopped knowing how to be happy together.
you never even knew he was going to propose, that there had been a reservation at your favorite restaurant, that he’d even asked your parents for permission, that he’d spent weeks carrying this ring around because he couldn’t wait for the right moment. but there just…hadn’t been one. before he could even get on one knee, and devote his life long love to you, everything just fell apart. it never happened, the future you had planned out. he bought the ring when an anticipated forever with the woman he loved most still felt like something you both had time to reach. what he hadn’t expected, was that time would run out before he even knew it.
matt’s thumb brushes over the diamond. outside, he sees you through the windshield, ethan opens the passenger door for you, and you smile at him, you laugh about something, and then the car pulls away, its taillights disappear into traffic. matt watches until he can’t anymore. only then does the first tear fall from his eyes. he laughs once, quietly, not filled with any sort of amusement, however.
“good,” he whispers imperceptibly. “i’m glad you’re happy.” his voice breaks on the last word, he closes the ring box carefully and places it back into the compartment. not completely because he’s waiting, or that he thinks someday you’ll come back to him like he wishes you would, but because after all these years he still hasn’t figured out how to let go of the future he’d once carried in a little box. maybe he won’t ever be the cure to making you happy. and if he can’t be, at least someone else can be that person for you.
guilty perv!chris won’t let himself cum over a wet dream about you
sweat soaked through his plain white shirt, he stopped between heavy pants to grasp the hem of the top and clenched the thin fabric between his teeth.
a hiss rode the cold waves of air from the AC. the only thing keeping Chris from having a heat stroke in the confines of his room. your thought lingered on his mind, leaving a cloud of guilt hanging over his conscience.
“f-fuck, i’m sorry…” he muttered to himself, the dream replaying in his head like a movie. one rated 18+. “the things you did to me. your hand around my co-”
a strangled moan escaped through his parted lips at his knuckles whitening against his erection. and though it was his hand, he imagined it was yours. he imagined your face there, grinning at how pathetic he was.
“pathetic. so so p-pathetic—ngh!”
when the pressure began to build up, causing his lower stomach to tense, Chris’ head fell slack onto the pillow behind him. gasping as he struggled to focus on the ceiling, he shook his head.
a stray teardrop coursed down his face as Chris tore his hand away from the almost satisfied ache pulsing through his dick. almost.
but he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t let himself cum. no, he had to punish himself for the things he thought about you constantly. for the way he pictured you on top of him after time you made eye contact.
“m’sorry…”
𐔌 file.an — first blurb !! send in requests and follow if you fw it. perv!chris is #2d4z. also heavily inspired by mattscoquette’s perv!matt.
Summary: Chris cheats on you at a party, and you end up hooking up with his brother Matt.
Warnings: slapping Chris, cheating, confrontation, smut, p in v, rough kissing, public scene , emotional distress
The second you left the room Matt had pulled you into, your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. It was like your body was vibrating with heartbreak and anger and humiliation all at once. You wiped your cheeks, took a breath, and pushed your way back into the main part of the party.
And there he was.
Chris.
Leaning against the wall.
Head tilted down toward some girl who was giggling at whatever he whispered into her ear.
Her hand was on his chest.
His fingers were grazing her waist.
Just like Matt said.
Your stomach sank, then something inside you snapped.
You marched straight across the room. Someone called your name behind you, but you didn’t stop. Chris finally looked up, his smile fading into confusion.
“Hey.. baby? What’s-“
You didn’t let him finish.
Your palm smacked across his cheek, loud, sharp, echoing.
The music didn’t stop, but every conversation around you did.
People turned, eyes wide.
Chris grabbed his cheek stunned. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Your voice trembled, furious and hurt all at once. “You. You’re what’s wrong with me. You cheated on me, right in front of everyone. You’re whispering to girls, touching them, flirting-“
The girl beside him tried to step back, but you pointed at her too. “Enjoy him. I’m done.”
Chris blinked, still clueless, still defensive. “Cheating? I wasn’t..”
“Don’t you dare gaslight me,” you snapped cutting him off, your voice breaking. “I saw you. Matt saw you. Everyone saw you.”
Matt’s name hit Chris like a slap on its own. His expression twisted with jealousy, annoyance, something ugly.
“Oh. Matt told you.”
You didn’t stay long enough to hear whatever excuse he tried to spit out next. You turned around and began pushing through the crowd, tears in your eyes, adrenaline making your hands shake.
“Matt?” you called, voice cracking.
People stepped aside as you frantically searched different rooms.
Finally, you saw him leaning against the far wall, arms crossed over his chest, head down like he was lost in thought.
You didn’t hesitate.
You walked right up to him, grabbed a fistful of the collar of his shirt, and yanked him down into a kiss.
His eyes widened in shock for half a second, Then he kissed you back like he’d been waiting for it. Craving it.
His hands found your waist instantly, gripping tight, pulling you flush against him.
You felt his breath shudder against your lips.
He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Come here.”
His voice was low, thick, hungry.
He walked you backwards through the doorway of the next room, never letting go of your waist, lips dragging down your jaw. You reached behind him blindly and shoved the door shut, then twisted the lock.
Matt’s eyes dropped to your mouth, dark and unreadable. “You sure?”
You nodded, breathless. “Please.”
That was all he needed.
He grabbed your hips, spun you, and backed you toward the bed. The second your legs hit the mattress, he pushed you down and followed, kissing you hard, deep, like he wanted to erase every memory of Chris from your body.
His knee nudged your thighs open.
His hands slid under your dress, gripping your waist like he owned it.
“You have no idea,” he murmured against your throat, “how hard it was watching you cry over him. Watching him throw away someone like you.”
Your breath caught when his hand trailed higher, fingers brushing exactly where you needed him.
“Matt..”
He pulled back enough to look at you, chest rising and falling fast.
“Tell me you want this,” he said. “Not because you’re hurt. Because you want me.”
You tugged him down by the back of his neck, lips brushing his.
“I want you.”
That was the last moment of softness.
Matt kissed you again, messier this time, and pushed your dress up around your hips. You felt him grind against you, slow at first, letting you feel just how turned on he was.
“Fuck,” he whispered when you rolled your hips up to meet him. “You’re so responsive.”
Your underwear was pushed aside in one quick movement, and then he slid into you.
Deep.
Slow.
Stretching you in the best way.
Your mouth fell open, a soft gasp escaping before you could stop it.
Matt’s forehead dropped to your shoulder, like he was overwhelmed too.
“God..” he groaned. “You feel incredible.”
He started thrusting, each one stronger, deeper, like he needed to make sure you felt wanted, valued, chosen.
Your nails scratched down his back, earning a low growl from him.
“You deserve better,” he murmured against your neck, hips snapping forward. “You deserve someone who actually gives a damn. Someone who touches you like this.”
You whimpered, legs wrapping around him, pulling him deeper.
His lips brushed your ear.
“And I do. I fucking care.”
His thrusts got harder, more desperate, your breath coming in broken little gasps as the bed creaked beneath you. Every movement sent sparks up your spine, your body tightening around him.
“Matt, please.. don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he breathed, gripping your hips and fucking into you harder, faster, like he wanted to ruin you for anyone else. “Not tonight.”
Your orgasm hit you hard, your body shaking, back arching, nails digging into his shoulders as you cried out his name.
Matt groaned, thrusting through your climax until he was right there with you, burying his face in your neck as he came with a shudder.
For a long moment, he just held you.
His breathing slowed.
His hands stayed on your thighs, stroking, grounding.
Then he lifted his head, brushing a thumb under your eye.
“You’re not going back to him,” he whispered, not a question, a promise.
